Its raining snow again-You know, whenever the weather gets like this, all I think about is you. Yet, as I moved on forward, with every step, I could feel something breaking. The crunching and almost non-existent cracking noise, beneath my feet. Everyday, haunting me in my sleep. But, even so. I will force my legs, to run to you. Because, somehow, I believe that I will still see you. ((Collection of letters from love sicked people and to broken ones, finding what's true beyond the aching pain.))